By all the glories of the day and the cool evening’s
benison
By that last sunset touch that lay upon the hills when day was
done
By beauty lavishly outpoured and blessings carelessly received
By all the days that I have lived make me a soldier, Lord.
By all of all man’s hopes and fears, and all the wonders poets sing
The laughter of unclouded years, and every sad and lovely thing
By the romantic ages stored with high endeavour that was his
By all his mad catastrophes make me a man, O Lord.
I, that on my familiar hill saw with uncomprehending eyes
A hundred of thy sunsets spill their fresh and sanguine
sacrifice
Ere the sun swings his noonday sword must say good-bye to all of
this
By all delights that I shall miss, help me to die, O Lord.
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Ironically, Hodgson's poem was
published 2 days before he died in July 1916. Read these words and try to
understand his thoughts. Can we even begin to comprehend the feelings
of this young man as he sat in the mud and penned such an emotional verse?
Hodgson died, like so many others during the
Battle of the Somme. |
..Noel Hodgson